Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 33

Chapter 33

Kallias' grip is a fucking vice.

I thrash, kick, claw at anything I can reach, but his hold doesn't loosen. He carries me like I'm a goddamn sack of potatoes, my stomach pressing against his shoulder as he strides through the packhouse halls. My vision is still spinning from being torn away from Enoch, but it doesn't stop the rage burning in my gut.

"Put me the fuck down!" I thrash, my fists hammering against his spine. I don't care that people are watching, that whispers are bleeding into the hallway like a gas leak,

"Is that the Omega?"

"Why is Kallias carrying her?"

"This is unacceptable,"

Oh, eat shit.

I twist, smacking a fist against Kallias' back-solid, unfortunately. Not as muscled as Enoch's, though. Enoch, who also once carried me like this, but not out of some twisted sense of control-no, he was dragging me away from danger. I hit Kallias again, harder, and he growls in warning.

"I swear to the fucking Moon Goddess, Kallias, if you don't put me down, I will puke all over your back."

"Why the fuck are you like this?!" I snarl, digging my nails into his back.

"You're not going back to that dungeon." His voice is clipped, hard, like he's holding back something. "Not after what I just saw,"

"What you just saw?" I snap. "What you saw was me trying to wake Enoch up before you ripped me away! You-"

A familiar voice cuts in, dripping in faux concern.

"What's going on here?"

Just as Kallias reaches the staircase-Seraphina steps in front of us, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" she demands, voice sweet like poison.

Kallias doesn't slow down. "Not now, Seraphina."

Her eyes dart to me, hanging upside down like a possessed bat, and something

ugly twists in her expression. "You're Carrying her?"

Kallias' wolf pulses beneath his voice, "Move."

For once in her miserable life, she listens.

Kallias continues up the stairs, each step jostling my ribs against his shoulder, until we reach his room. Then, he throws me.

Literally.

I hit his mattress with a bounce, gasping as I scramble upright.

I don't hesitate. I leap off the bed and make a break for it-only for his arm to slam

against the doorfram ting off my

escape..

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Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"I already accepted your rejection," I snap, glaring up at him. "Whatever fucking bond we had? It's gone. There is nothing tying me to you anymore, and you sure as hell have no right to-"

"The bond doesn't matter," he growls. "The Goddess still chose us❞

a humorless laugh. "Oh, the same Goddess who let you fuck Seraphina six ways

press together, but I see it-the flicker of guilt before he

room," he says, voice firm. "Not

I stare at him.

do when your ex-boyfriend pulls a lock-her-in-the-tower move like some

closer, incredulous. "You're fucking

doesn't answer. He turns, heading

him. "Don't

in my face.

I stand there, seething.

Throw

out the goddamn

Speaking of windows-

whirl, stalking toward

whirl around, scanning the room. My eyes land

Fifth floor.

no. That's not

one direction. My stomach twists. The pack stadium. Where the Alpha holds his sick, gladiator-style fights for

lodges in my

get the

it. Knocking once, I lean close, voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Hey, guys. Bathroom

even snorting at my pathetic excuse. "There's

eyes, pretending to look horrified. "I

them look

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Silence,

the

More silence.

Alright. Plan B.

the doorknob, just to see if maybe the verse wants to do wasid &

Plan C?

landing on the massive,

floor. Not ideal. But I'll be damned if I let Kallias lock me up like some

to the window, pressing my hands against the glass,

seeds,

within reach.

I exhale, steadying myself,

Fuck it,

I'm climbing down.

***

Three hours,

twisting them to a makeshifrore sunty enough to hold my weight. I might be an Omega, but I refuse to die looking

survive this, it's going in my

it is. It's not like I can test it by tossing a watermelon out the window and

tug. The fabric holt. My stomach does not. There is no part of me that is prepared to dangle stories above the ground like some deranged action hero, but the alternative? Staying here? Being

guards Kallias stationed at the door are still whining about how they're missing

standing here while everyone else

other huffs. "Alpha son's orders, man.

"Yeah, yeah. Still bullshit."

busy bitching to notice

The fabric unravels in the night, swaying slightly in the breeze. My stomach twists. Heights and I? Not the best of friends. My

ell wasn't built for

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the ground monks teether away vs to my son fre thunders in

sway, and so well and the oth done w breathing through the spike of panic.